He had his old house torn down, an' sowed the land down to grass.

I s'pose I paid more'n the clock was worth, but I guess it kept the old man in snuff an' terbaccer a while.

Now you look at that clock; watch that pendulum swingin'.

Now s'pose we say the left is poverty--the left is the place for the goats an' the poor folks that poverty has made goats; an' the right is riches.

See it swing, do ye?
It don't no more'n touch poverty before it's rich; it don't get time to starve an' suffer.